"Do you know how far it is, Mrs. Perkins?"
"About a thousand miles," answered her visitor, whose ideas about geography were rather misty.
"Suppose Ben should lose his way."
"Like as not he will," observed Mrs. Perkins.
"I shan't sleep a wink till Ben gets back. They ought to have sent somebody with him."
"Ben can get along," said Tony, who had implicit confidence in his big cousin. "He won't get lost."
"What does a child like you know about it?" said Mrs. Perkins rebukingly. "You shouldn't put in your oar when your mother and me are talking."